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But social media isn’t just the mere transmission of an image or an idea; it's curation of the self, and thus its aesthetics are wrought in a complex psycho-social cauldron.

"A joke given by life will always be funny; therefore, those who don’t laugh at it are either too proud or too stupid."

thousands of contemporary prayers whispered and embedded into my thoughts / you plague my vision, my memory / I am all I have left of you

my head is exploding / and the world reverberates with static / I am an old abandoned tv that / no one remembered to switch off

When you disappear, none of us notice until you’re gone. Turning the corner, we make a left and descend the stairs to the parking lot. It’s littered with vehicles, waste and gum on the concrete. Someone is screaming, I don’t know who. Maybe we’re all screaming all at once. 

The rain will stop in two hours — and when it stops, the city will wake up to a sunny sky, clueless about the wet melancholy of the night.

I’d been joking for some time that my Berkeley goggles were in the mail, but the truth of the matter was that after four months of school, I still hadn’t acclimated to the general populous who gravitated towards the Holy Trifecta of Hinge, Bumble and Tinder in Alameda County.

Gray. The color of the fog and mist over the water, clouding my view of everything I have ever known. I fear that one day I will forget. I don’t want to forget.

this is the fire that poets speak about / that romantics write about, singers sing about, artists paint about, bohemians explore / the fire, the burn that I feel for you.

Her life is a psychedelic movie /But I’m watching it sober / Let it be over / I clearly can’t do main character.